For a few seconds, I think about how I haven't slept in my own bed in forever. I consider that maybe I should sleep in it tonight. But of course, that's just my nerves talking. Because I know I need to have a conversation with Giles about where we really stand. Broaching the subject shouldn't be difficult, it shouldn't be complicated, and yet I'm afraid that his response will be the wrong one. That my question will ruin everything.
My thoughts are disrupted by the buzzing of my phone. I snatch it up from beside me and look at the screen. It's Giles.
"Hey, are you still at work?" he asks, and something about his voice makes my stomach flutter, because I can almost hear how anxious he is to see me.
Of course he is, you idiot, a voice comes from the back of my mind, what guy wouldn't be anxious about having sex?
I shake my head, dislodging the thought.
"No, I'm home. I just wanted to lie down for a bit."
"So you're in your bed and I'm in mine," he says. "One of us is in the wrong place."
"Maybe. Maybe you should come this way, for a change."
"I would, but there's a troll at the end of the bridge, blocking my passage to the sweet maiden I wish to deflower."
I cover my mouth to stifle my snicker. "Oh God. Really? Please don't call it that."
"Answer my question."
"You didn't ask a question," I point out.
"Why aren't you in my bed right now? Are you not feeling well? Did I hurt you this morning?"
"You're so full of yourself. What, do you think you left me paralyzed using merely the force of your penis?"
"Didn't I?"
"Not exactly," I say with a laugh. "But...I'd be lying if I said I didn't still feel you inside me throughout the day."
"Even now?"
"Yeah...right now, too."
"What does it feel like?"
I bite my lip, staring at the ceiling. "When you slide inside, I can feel myself taking you in, you filling me. It's this burning, but a burn that feels good, you know?"
For two whole seconds, all I hear is his breathing. "Where are your hands right now?"
"Well...one is holding the phone and the other is..."
"Yeah?"
"It's lying on my stomach."
He lets out a small laugh. "Why don't you move it down a little?"
"Okay."
"Where is it now?"
"It's slipping under my panties."
"I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are."
I take a breath as my fingers find the velvet warmth between my thighs. "I'm so wet."
"Julia?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I could be gentle tonight. I want to fuck you blind and hard. I want to make you come with my mouth, then with my cock. I want to fuck you all night long. Would you like that?"
I shiver. His words send strings of delicious sparks shooting to the spot where my fingers now stroke. "Yeah. I want that."
"Then get over here."
The line clicks dead.
Chapter Forty-Four
Giles
JULIA'S IN MY BED FOR two whole seconds before I pull her under me and kiss her. All I'm wearing is boxers, but she's got on a t-shirt and pajama pants. A situation I start to remedy immediately by peeling away her shirt. Having her breasts pressed to my chest is heavenly.
Everything is going good until I gently nudge her legs apart with my knees, and she brings her hands up to my face and pushes me away from her lips.
"Can we talk for a minute?"
Honestly, those are not the words I want to hear at the moment. I urge her legs farther apart and let her feel the urgent situation in my boxers by pressing it hard against her.
"Can we talk after?"
I go to kiss her again but she speaks into my mouth. "Please?"
I push myself onto my elbows so I can look at her properly, suddenly worried something is really wrong. "What's on your mind, beautiful?"
She searches my face and I notice for the first time that she seems worried. "Is this supposed to be a secret? What we do together?"
That's a strange question. "You've always said you wanted to keep what we do between us, so I haven't told anyone, if that's what you're worried about."
"What are we doing, though? What is this?"
I tilt my head, not liking the way her lips turn down. "What do you mean, what is this? You know what this is. You know how much I care about you. Don't you?"
She nods, but still doesn't seem satisfied. "So are we in a relationship?"
"What?" I blurt out.
Her question plunges me into the realization of just how much has changed between us.
My thoughts scurry past in quick succession. We're no longer just friends. If we're no longer friends, we're no longer safe. Answering her question will set it all in stone and make it real. What's real can break. What's real can be taken away.
She starts to say something else but I take the opportunity to kiss her. I don't want to think about how fragile this thing between us is now. All I want to think about is making her feel good, feeling her under me. The only thought I want whirling in my head is how I can make her come again.
"Stop worrying. Let's just be where we are, enjoy what we have."
"But..."
I grind into her again and she lets out a delicious little moan.
"We can talk more, or I can make good on what I promised over the phone."
She sighs and I brush my lips over hers. We share the ghost of a kiss, our lips grazing, mouths open, hot breaths making my thoughts fog.
"I want to taste you," I say against her mouth.
I bring a hand flat against her navel, before dragging it slowly under her pajama pants.
"Yeah," she breathes, as I cup over the soft curve that yields to the hot spot between her legs. My fingers find soft, wet skin.
I move down to her lower half and kiss her exposed stomach. Her body reacts to me by arching off the bed and almost wiggling away at the sensation. She has a beauty mark just under her hipbone, right at the corner of the V shape between her hips. I run a thumb over it then kiss it. I set a hand on each of her hipbones as my kisses trail downward, my tongue tracing circles on her skin. Her breathing tells me every time she feels a jolt of pleasure. She gives a little gasp and seems to hold her breath for a beat before letting it out again. I take my time kissing her skin as my hands peel her pants farther and farther down, revealing a pair of electric blue panties. They look hot on her, but I waste no time peeling them off of her along with her pants.
She shivers when I kiss her inner thighs and her knees come up on either side of me as I move my mouth up to the center. I take my time, working my lips around hers and licking her clit. She jolts periodically and whimpers whenever I suck on it. Her fingers close over my hair, pulling my face against her, as she grinds against my mouth, whining under her breath.
I pull up onto my knees and grip onto each of her hipbones as I position myself over her entrance. I shut my eyes as my cock is enveloped in the familiar softness and warmth. She's squirming underneath me before I even start moving. Her hair spread across the pillow, she looks up at me, her eyes half closed, her mouth half open, her entire body arching with anticipation.
Her gorgeous breasts, nipples hard, bounce to the rhythm of my thrusts. I've never seen a more gorgeous body, shaking with the force of my pounding.